Credits
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Tyshan Jones
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Djchoppalot
Producer
Lyrics
Shout out DJ-Chop-A-Lot
I see you boy
Pulled up aux cord slapping Orange Season
She asked "Who is this?" I wasn't speaking
The lyrics had me visioning what I'm going to have
Eyes on the road lips closed she got mad
These girls want me to touch too grown to play tag
Lowkey about the girls there's no need to brag
Financial information around my way tends to lag
No talk about riches just blue rags
Shit is sad even worse no one cares to ask
On a different task hard liquor in a steel flask
In sunny LA rocking a ski mask
The street's a monarchy the king is cash
That's the peasants game find a way to build credit
It's for emergencies if you let the poor tell it
Not trying to save my way to being a millionaire
Noone cares thinking rare ducked off to prepare
Black Compton child with a leverage mindset
Dreams of chasing profits waking up in cold sweat
Like Jordan in Space Jam for the goal I stretch
Not Kevin Dyson's reach that'll leave a G upset
Yup
Well alright
Credit for asset purchases equals greatness
I'll perfect a Skeme before my next statement
Look I have the golden touch like Midas
New FICO score came in and it's look righteous
LA kid with a passport time to tour the map
Didn't know consumer credit I fell for the trap
Explored investments to get me on track
Housing, gas, water, land, oil taxes goes flat
Survey the scene while sipping shots of ginger
Energy goes to nature humans I am not a lender
Not a beginner posses the recipe for a winner
Mixed with losses I put it all in a blender
Add pineapple juice make sure it stays green
Green in my drink in my bowl and in my genes
Talking about DNA I'm full of life
Water plus serotonin that'll get your mind right
I'm telling you straight up I don't need street cred
I'm eyeing that blanco hombre credit
You have to become a masseuse when I speak
You have to move forward in this life
A lot of you are traveling backwards looking like James Harden
Tell them slide put the girls to the side
Learn money still keep it to the side
Stick with God aka The Most High
Or simply the driving force for being alive
Don't worship what you physically see
The dollar has evolved into a currency
Money movement must be constant
Rubbing my eyes with a sight on the I quadrant
Robert Kiyosaki
Writer(s): Tyshan Jones
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